Drown myself in beer

I walked to the nearest bar, to drown all of my sorrow. How cold she do this to me. She fucked Tommy Simpson, a guy who is a womanizer. Heck the guy’s got the smallest dick in town, it’s definitely smaller than mine. I drank about two beers before Kristin walked in.

She sat down beside me and said, “Before you tell me how much you hate me, please, hear me out. Tommy had been hitting on me for months, as you already know. I’d constantly been telling him that I’m already taken, that I’m with you. Seems he never got it at all, he kept on hitting on me, my answers getting meaner, and meaner. I couldn’t call you without him getting in the way, some how. Tonight, was something I’d rather forget. Tommy had come over to my house, how he found out I don’t know. I had been so mean to you that I wanted to make your 18th birthday very special by making dinner, and letting you take my virginity as your birthday present. I had dressed up, making the occasion very special. Seems Tommy thought it was for him. I told him to leave, but he had other ideas. He grabbed me and started to kiss me, feel me, pinning me to the floor. I tried to resist, but my body could not, it slowly gave in to him. Eventually, it got the best of me and I let go, not realizing what I’d gotten myself into. When you walked in, I snapped back to my senses.”

I had been hearing this, thinking about what I’d say to her. I’d tell her that she was a bitch for doing what she did to me, that I didn’t want to see her again. Once she was finished, she started to cry, me realizing that I’d be such an asshole for saying it, even if I had the right to say it. “I’m so sorry, John,” she said. “I never meant to hurt you at all. I’d totally understand if you never could forgive me, just please, could you give this selfish bitch a second chance, even if I don’t deserve it.”